It must be Kansas blowing over the
tall grass and up the hill. The sun
and blue sky turn green with envy.
I am sitting in the shade of a
signpost. My red bike leans
against it. My gear settles
fittingly in the trailer.
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"After Long Gone" at One Sentence Poems
The first of three one-sentence ghost bike poems appearing this week at One Sentence Poems. After Long Gone
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2 comments:
Thanks for the poem and pics. Hang in there. Kansas never looked so good.
I loved Kansas Richard. So much sky, half the world was sky. Thus, no shade, I am sorry for you! But, the clouds sometimes were so repetitious (sp), it was unreal. I think big sky country was snapped up by, who, wyo?, but it should've been KS. I am going beserko here, don't know what's going on with Crystal, but cat scan, mri, show nothing bad so far. Tomorrow is spinal tap and then probably trip to N.H. hospital for neural testings. I am so glad you are having an experience, I wish I was a tree there.
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